Get what you want!

I finally got the nerve to tell my wife what I thought.  Her previous affairs had ended when I lost the nerve.  Except that, when i wasn't being afraid, it was really the best thing for our sex life.  She was getting lots of really good fucking, giving her endless fuckgasms from guys who could fuck her longer, harder and faster who had thicker cocks than I.  I got to enjoy photos they would take of her, a few videos, and once in a while, a live show.

But each time, after quite some time, I got scared and called it off. Bless her, she still stays with me and is very devoted.  And I know, that her memory of getting that kind of cock treatment must still be fresh.  The sounds that she would make alone tell me that she cannot truly be satisfied with only my dicking.  Now that it has been several years, and she has been with 10 lovers, I am less worried that she will leave me, she clearly will not. I tell her that I think she needs to find another lover again. This time, I promise, I won't get stuck in head games. I will just yank my hard penis and enjoy the show!

 It has been some time, and she is actually very happy with me.  She resists my idea, even while her pussy gets wet every time I talk about it.  We talk dirty in bed and it usually ended up being me talking about her getting that fucking orgasm from a thickly endowed lover.  After many months, she finally came around to the idea.

"OK, but this time it is going to be different.  First of all, no curfews.  If I am on a date, you should never expect me back before morning. Agreed?"

"That sounds reasonable."

"Next, I am not interested in any complaining. You may not get to fuck me, especially if I am sore, but for whatever reason I might have, you can't complain. You wanted this."

"I understand."

"I have been scouting out a few possibilities and I narrowed it down to this guy or his friend. Maybe both. I have been talking to him and I have told him about us and our arrangement.  He likes what he hears, but he has a few conditions that he will tell you himself."

"Wow! That is making my heart beat fast. When do I meet this guy?"

"Well that is the first condition from him, which I guess I have to tell you.  He will be seeing me for several dates before he is sure he wants to make me his fuck toy.  He also wants to have the chance to get to know me before you are ever in the picture."

"OK.when is your first date?"

....

She went on several dates with this new man, named Stan.  He is a guy she met at her gym and he seemed to be having an effect of her.  She came back from each date totally turned on and very wet. She was really hot and bothered and wanted to suck my cock a lot.  She didn't say much about her dates, but her purring and smiles said a lot.

After a month or so in which she saw him 4 nights a week, I got a call on the phone.

 "Pete, this is Stan. It is time we talked."

"Ok, Stan. What do you have to tell me?"

"First of all Pete, you have a world-class, fine little white bitch for a wife. She is an eager little slut, ain't she?

"Well, I guess you would know that by now," I said, blushing with embarrassment.

"The big question for you, Pete, is whether you are ready to watch me make your hot little wife scream? I think I have found my way around her pussy, mouth and asshole so that I can tolerate the distraction of her husband in the room."

"Well, yes, Stan, I would very much like that opportunity. May I take photos or video? When?"

"Eager, are you? Good. There are a few conditions I want to discuss with you. I need you to agree if you want to get to see. Understood?"

I nodded. My heart was thumping. I sat down on the edge of the bed and lightly stroked by penis through my pants.

"OK, first of all, she told you about us fucking bareback?"

Gulp. "Uh, no, but I think I knew.  She was very wet and never tasted like condoms. Now I know for sure that that new taste is you."

"Good.  Next: When is the last time you fucked her?"

"Well, let's see. It has been a while. She has been sucking me dry for the last few weeks.  I guess it was been about 4 weeks."

"Good. I do not want you to fuck her. Don't. I have been taking extra effort to fuck her silly. She should be too sore to fuck you between our dates anyway."

"I think that has been part of it. She has only wanted soft licking."

"You can live with that? Not fucking her, I mean? I want to know her pussy is reserved for me or my friends."

"Your friends?"

"Yeah, that is the last condition, for now.  I will, from time to time, take her to private parties with some of my close buddies. They like to get down, and I like to gangbang hot white married girls.  Don't worry.  I will take care of your little suburban slut when I take her downtown. You can trust me."

"Uh, OK. She wants all this? She approves of these conditions?"

"Approved?!?  Shit Pete! Most of those are her conditions!  She just wanted to have me make sure you agreed!  Do you?

"I do."

..........

 I didn't see my wife for a long weekend while I stayed home with the kids.  She had been very nervous getting ready on Friday evening. She tried on 7 different lingerie outfits before choosing a black corset, thigh high black stockings, no panties and a see-through blouse.  Most of the rest of her lingerie went into a very small suitcase and she drove off to meet Stan.  She had told me that he had mentioned some other friends this weekend up at his lake home.  The pit in my stomach was only offset by the stiff pole between my legs.

When she came home on Monday evening, she looked slutty, just-fucked, with a very very contented look on her face. Her stockings were ripped and she was wearing panties. She came in, took off her long coat and wet panties, and pushed me back onto the bed. 

"I feel really good, Pete! Do you want to hear about it?"

"Mmmmmmm"

Without a word, but a sly smile, she pushed me flat and crawled up until her knees pinned me down to the bed and her happy little pussy winked at me at close range. As she slowly brought her legs further apart and closer to my face, her pussy parted. Out came streams of white, creamy cum. At that point, it all went dark as her legs closed in on my head and a very wet pussy pressed on my open mouth.

She talked for almost an hour while I licked, sucked, swallowed and cleaned her pussy to perfection. All the while she told me about Stan and his friends, the fun things they did, the "date" they went on in which each of 3 men dined her and danced with her and made it clear to everyone in the club that this hot white woman was going home with 3 huge black men and from the sexed-up dancing, she was going to get fucked by all fo them.

Which, of course, is exactly what they went home to do. She told me of the 4 totally different "firsts" she experienced with these men, including a cock in her mouth, one in her pussy and another in her asshole. While I moaned at this news from between her thighs, she just looked at me and ground on my face harder.

After feeling cleaner and cumming twice with the help of my expert tongue, she moved back down and now started stroking my hardon with her pussy, gently.  

"You wanna fuck me, don't you Pete? You want to stick it in.  But Stan told me that he talked to you. You agreed then?"

"Yes, sweetie."

"So you knew already that I wasn't going to let you fuck me? Ha ha. Thing is, after last weekend, I don't think I could feel you if you tried. Those boys have horse cocks!"

"Uh yeah? You didn't mention much about the tools they were packing. Tell me..."

"Fuck yes! They each had some thick-fucking cocks! But wait, I have the best news for you!  Stan is coming over! And he should be here soon. I told him you would spend an hour licking my pussy. He should be knocking...."

I got up and went downstairs. I was so nervous. Like it was my first date!  I had not met Stan, but I had a fairly accurate image of him from talking to him on the phone and knowing my wife's tastes. However, when the doorbell rang, I couldn't help but peek through thet peephole first.

On the porch was a very large African American man, perhaps 6'5" and very muscular, of course I knew he worked out at her gym. He was good looking too. Not wanting to stare any longer, I opened the door and Stan smiled at me.

 "Hello Pete.  Good to finally meet you."  His handshake was very firm, conveying his immense strength. Yep, I could tell why she picked him.

 "Come on in, Stan. You must forgive me. I am pretty nervous."

"Don't be, Pete. Cheryl gave me her pussy weeks ago. There is nothing more but for you to see it with your own eyes.  And that will be all over soon.  There is just one more condition, although it hardly needs to be said.  I will be totally in charge in the bedroom (or wherever else we decide to fuck) and of Cheryl.  I am not interested in controlling you, Pete, but I don't want you getting any ideas either. As for filming us, I get copies of everything and you don't get to play director. I am the writer, actor, and director. Got it?"

"No problem, Stan. Thanks for being straight with me."

"OK, I am going up to your bedroom to say hello. You can give us some time and get your cameras ready. Don't worry, you won't miss all the action, I just want to get warmed up. Come on up when you hear the bed banging."

And with that, he went up to my bedroom, without asking me where it was.

........

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I crept into the bedroom and began recording. There he was, this magnificent hunk of man, pounding away at my wife's once-snug pussy. She wasn't just screaming or moaning, but every breath she took was a full-throated primal grunt! He was not fucking her all the way. His cock was at least 3 inches longer than mine and Wow! like twice as thick! No wonder she was making sounds I had never heard before!

Watching him work her was like magic. My turn-on had never been more intense. She noticed me filming and reached over to grab my dick. It throbbed as her grip pulsed with the rhythm of his fucking. She was not very attentive to my cock, she was getting stuffed hard, and now I noticed that fully most of his cock was now entering her with every hard thrust. She must have relaxed to allow more of him in. Of course, she didn't have much choice.  

He fucked her with such eagerness, such animal lust. He clearly was getting off on seeing me there, penis in one hand, camera in the other. He smiled at me and gave her glowing, bouncing ass a slap that left a mark, with her screaming and then cooing her thanks.

That is when I realized how long he had already been fucking her without stopping, almost two hours!  He showed no signs of slowing down or cumming. I watched as he flipped her onto her side, stuck a pillow under her ass and proceded to fuck her so deep she stopped making any noise and just breathed heavy and tried to relax to take him even deeper.

Another hour passes and then another. They did stop for water and a couple of snuggly pauses. But just when I thought the last climax meant he had cum, again, he would start going harder and longer.  I could tell he was building.

Finally, he couldn't stop. He physically lost the ability to keep from cumming and was fucking her harder than he had all night, without pause. Her aieh,.aieh. aieh..aieh aieh aaaaa...ahhh.. aieh got louder and louder until I am sure our roommate could tell Cheryl had someone in her bed besides her husband, again.  In a frenzy he fucked her and fucked her and I thought her screams were serious, but the desperate look was filled with pleasure.  In a blinding explosion of sound, sight, fluids and violence, they came together, sperm leaking out due to a large quantity deposited.  I continued filming, stunned and silent, as his thrusts faded to pulses and finally subsided.  He rolled over and fell asleep in a few minutes.

My lovely wife silently motioned me over and spread her legs.  As I got close, she grabbed me by the hair and forced me to lick her pussy.  I listened to him snore as I spent 10 minutes making sure she was clean and happy.  I fell asleep curled up at the foot of the bed, my head still spooned by her hips.

 ........

Of course she was spooned by him, and very early, before I woke, Stan's cock awoke, filling with blood, encouraged by the slightly moist ass in front of him.  I was still sleeping while his cock began to grind slowly on her ass as she tilted it backward in a half-awake but instantly horny state.  

Cheryl had just been haviing a very sexy dream about the three dates she had and was just coming out of that delicious dream when she felt Stan's huge cock begin to find her ass and slide up and down on the lubrication remaining from the night before.  She smiled as she presssed her ass back to encourage Stan.  She felt new wetness flood her pussy, as the eager head of his cock found home.

I awoke in a very strange place. My head was mostly under the covers, so there was barely any light. I could smell pussy and cum.  I could hear, and was awoken by, a slippery, muffled slap. I could not see, but in my mind's eye, I instantly knew where I was, what I was hearing and exactly what it was: morning hardon.

I moved away a little bit as the fucking began again in earnest.  This time with the nearly machine-like thrusting of a man whose cock is more awake than his brain.  This one is fast, furious and soon Cheryl is groaning and last night's scene is started anew.

......

Stan now sleeps over 5 nights a week and she sleeps over at his place the other 2.  When he is in the room, I know that her pussy will call to his hardon and like magnets they will join.  I have not fucked her for 3 years now.  She does suck me and tug on me very often and I am never left feeling like I am missing out.